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Nori And Her Stuff

Forest Longnecker

"I don’t follow what you’re saying but I like the way you’re saying it!"

_______________________________________________ Forest Longnecker He/Him | 22 | White | Six feet tall | 223 lbs | Son of Demeter _______________________________________________ Kind. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I’m just a simple farm boy." ___________________________________ Strengths [Simple country cooking] ⫻ Forest’s life before arriving at the camp revolved around his farm and the harvest. As such, he’s a talented cook when it comes to the classic country styled feasts and his home grown herbs and spices are to die for. [Farm Build] ⫻ Thanks to a life time spent working a farm Forest is strong. While not demigod strong, he is noticeably muscular and can hold his own in an arm wrestling contest. [Surprisingly fashionable] ⫻ When one thinks of a farm boy they think of blue jeans, work boots, and a thick jacket. While that may be true on the farm, when Forest goes out on the town he is dressed in expensive clothes that are accessorized well. He thanks his ex-girlfriend, a well known socialite in Columbus, for pushing him to explore his style more. Weakness [Naive] ⫻ Forest always sees the best in people, and often he sees the best in the worst ones. He’s quick to make excuses, push away negative thoughts, and trust his gut when he should trust his eyes and his years [Awkward] ⫻ Forest grew up in a small farming community, graduated with thirty other people, and spent the majority of his adult life working the farm. As such, while charming, he will always be awkward around new people. [Protective] ⫻ Forest was always taught to protect his own by his father, and Forest will always be the first to step up and be that defender. Even if the threat is stronger than him. [Kinda dumb] ⫻ Forest does have a degree in Agricultural Science but outside of the farming world Forest is just kind of dumb. This is especially true in social situations where he will be completely oblivious to certain situations.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ " Oh hey, I’m sure you know but my eyes are up here. For some reason everyone does that.." Forest stands at a height of six feet tall and has packed this frame with a solid base of muscle. Forest has never felt the desire to add a tattoo to his sun kissed skin so he does not have anything inked on him. He has no earnings or other piercings, but has considered getting a septum piercing for no other reason than it looks cool. His icy blue eyes are inviting instead of piercing, and seem to radiate a warmth that calms those who look into them. When he takes his shirt off While he’s not ripped, he does have obvious functional muscle from fifteen years of working at the farm. Forest is a hairy man. His slicked back hair falls just above his shoulders, and tufts of hair threaten to break free from the top of his shirts. Fashion wise Forest tries to always dress nice when he's out on the town. He is a big fan of a silky button up shirt, and equally nice slacks. He tries to pair it with fashionable slides, and even upscale boots. When he’s just relaxing with friends, he tries to find a balance between comfort and nice. Often he’ll wear mid thigh length shorts, a t shirt, and whatever shoe looks most comfortable for the sat.

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" If everyone just helped each other a little more I think we’d all be a bit better off."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Forest has only had one true goal, to make good quality food, and to make it in a way that worked with the environment instead of damaging it. Ever since his mother revealed herself he’s added a second goal, to cook a meal fit for the gods and to finally bring an end to their insistent conflicts.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ One must work in harmony with the natural order of the world, not force your will on it.

SECRETS ⫻ Forest has a trove of high quality snacks and treats that he will never share.

SEXUALITY ⫻ He’s straight but questioning if there’s any flexibility to it

FEARS ⫻ That the planet has already become rotten to the core, and that no amount of work or magic will fix what we’ve corrupted.

WHAT BROUGHT THEM TO CAMP ⫻ His mother came to visit him for the first time over the summer. The two tended to the harvest together, and forged a quick bond. As fall set in, and the depression it always brought took hold, his mother mentioned a place where he could spend some time around his fellow demigods and learn how to better apply his powers. While hesitant at first, the cold brutal winter eventually took the decision from him.

FLAWS ⫻ Forest will always fight to protect those he loves, or cares for, even if he’s in the wrong. While to him it’s about showing that no matter what, someone will always have your back. To others it can make him look complicit.

He’s far too trusting of new people.

Forest prefers the company of plants to the company of people. As such, he may often seem disinterested from time to time in conversation even if he’s engaged.

When Forest prepares a meal, he will become saddened if someone is unable to finish it. It will be to the point that he’d be on the verge of tears asking what he could have done better. The truth is he simply prepares too much food.

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" It’s quite simple. My dads, dads, dads, dad settled down in this one spot and we’ve been here ever since."

Even with his earliest memories Forest knew that he was a demigod. Even though he was born and raised up in the sparsely populated farm fields of southern Ohio, near Greencamp, his father knew it was important to know that others could not be trusted with the knowledge of what he can do. As such, Forest spent his early childhood out in nature, forming a connection with the natural world around him. Once he was able to control it enough to not accidentally cause chaos, he was sent to the local school and started to begin his adventures through school. Forest has nothing but pleasant memories of trips to the zoo, working the fields alongside his dad, cousins, and uncle’s, and the wonderful feasts they had. While there was a sadness at not knowing his mother, his father said that all he had to do was step outside and he’d be with her in the fields.

As he grew to his teenage years, he began to play sports and found that he was a natural at football. Through middle school and high he would be the closest thing that this small town would have to a star quarterback. He worked hard at school but his grades were never perfect, but there was never any concern about him academically. When we graduated, he enrolled at The Ohio State University for agricultural science. He had the opportunity to study elsewhere on a football scholarship but Forest wanted to stay close to home and follow his passion with his studies.

After graduation, he returned to the farm and helped make it more efficient while also implementing different tools, strategies, and magic to help the land heal and produce more food. His father never allowed him to do anything more than a small patch of magical food, but it was enough that Forest could experiment with the application of his magic. Forest also got into making mead out of his magical fruit, and honey made from the pollen of his magical flowers. Eventually, his mother took note of his skills and love of the harvest and she came back into their lives even if it was for a moment at a time. She taught him practical applications of the magic, and offerings he could do to bring better harvests. Eventually as well, she got him to head towards this strange camp far away.

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" Trust me when I say you’ve never had a good cook like me."

DESCRIPTION ⫻

Forest is the son of Demeter and as such his abilities focus on the harvest, and nature as a whole.

AGROKINESIS ⫻ Forest is able to control the growth rate of plants and is able to infuse plants grown this way with magical properties. He typically does this with fruits, vegetables, coffee beans, and grains as it’s very easy to work these influenced dishes into a meal. Food grown this way is always extremely nutritious, filling, and carries with them a very minor healing factor that is only good for ailments, scrapes and bruises. All he needs at this time is the seeds of the plant and space to grow them. If he wants the produce to carry the magical aspect it will take longer for them to grow. The magical aspect of the food will depend on the properties of what is grown. In general, grains will be more filling, fruits and vegetables more flavorful, coffee beans more energizing, and all will benefit from being more nutritious.

If the need arises he can use this spell offensively, and defensively. Like the former he can cause plants to grow from seed to maturity at a near instant pace. He could, for example, toss a healthy amount of seeds of a bush behind him and create a wall of thorns to block the way for pursuers to follow. Or he could simply throw a tree seed at someone and watch them get crushed under its weight. Each spell takes energy from Forest to pull off, and as such the more he does in a day the more tired and weak he will become.

As well, he will be able to call on the roots, or branches, of all flora to ensnare and to strike. If a fight breaks out in a field Forest can call up the roots to wrap themselves around the ankles of an assailant. If the fight is in the forest he’ll be able to call on the roots or branches of trees to grab and crush. Based on his training he suspects that one day he can call on the whole tree to join him in a fight.

INDUCE HUNGER ⫻ Forest can create a ravenous hunger in the pits of those around him if the need arises. This hunger would be unlike anything the target would have felt and they will find it difficult to overcome their desire to consume. If there’s no food in the immediate area the target could be forced to flee in search of this food.

This still Forest has the least control over and may accidentally cause everyone, including himself, to feel this hunger.

CREATE PRECIPITATION ⫻ Unknown to Forest, when he creates plant life he is also create the moisture needed to sustain it. He has no control over this ability but with time could learn to wield it.

AEROKINESIS ⫻. Like the create precipitation Forest does not know, nor control, this magic. Instead it is tied to his emotions. When he feels confident a small breeze will move through his hair and ruffle the strands, and the wind will carry his voice further when he’s angry.

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"A little food won’t hurt."

Anyyyything else?

Camp Athens - Closed

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INTERACTIONS: @The Savant
”…and there I was, at the gate to my future, and suddenly I could get through it..”
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The cold iron gate stood stark against the snow-blanketed world outside Camp Athens. Silence pressed down, broken only by the crisp wind whistling around the concrete walls and by the chitter of Lily’s teeth as the wind bore through her clothes and straight through to her bones. Lily shivered in her thin wool jacket, the muted green pants offering little warmth, the colorful stripes of her sweater a jarring note against the monochrome landscape. Her feet, clad in worn combat boots with white laces, shifted on the icy ground. She tilted her face into the biting air and a smile formed across her face. The cold of winter always felt like home to her. As a kid who grew up near Buffalo, it was one of the most defining traits of her area. Yet despite the love of this weather Lily was finding it harder and harder to enjoy it.

Before arriving at the camp Lily endured a week of relentless training under her mother Apate’s watchful eye which had left her muscles aching and her mind scraped raw. It did little to lift the crushing weight of her father’s murder, the raw wound of missing his funeral, which was stolen from her for her own safety, nor did it do anything to truly help her heal That grief was a stone lodged deep in her chest, heavier than any physical exhaustion, and it only grew heavier with each passing gust of wind. She felt brittle. Used up. Discarded when there was nothing more her mother could teach in a short time and thrown to the wolves at Camp “batards of the gods” to truly develop with little more than a wave goodbye.

Lily had stood here at the gate for a solid five minutes already, flanked on both sides by overpacked luggage, contemplating if she would follow through with her promise to the Goddess of Lies and Deceit of attending this camp with the purpose of stirring up chaos and strife. On one hand that sounded fun. Her Highschool was still picking up the pieces of the chaos she created there, three kids were still in prison, two teachers fired, and the rumor that the school itself was cursed at still going strong. Lily’s phone would occasionally buzz during the day as Google forwarded news articles about it and each one still brought a smile to her face. She was very much working to do the same at the university. This would be fun for her, and the challenge of doing the same to the children of God’s was intoxicating.

Yet there was an equally present part of her that wanted to curl up under a blanket, with the lights off, for several months with no contact with the outside world and nothing but bad decisions and junk food to fill the void in her heart that her father left. His final words still burned in her ears, and her eyes drifted down to her wrist where those final words were etched into her skin. The tattoo was fresh, done earlier in the day, and it stung like nothing else. Her mother was blissfully unaware of the modification, and Lily was all the more happy to keep it that way. The words “there is more good in you than you know,” will forever be etched onto her as a final reminder of everything her father tried to do for her, even if it was in vain. Lily knew that, at her core, she was rotten. She was an agent of chaos. She was destined to rise through the ranks of the demigods through deception, deceit, schemes, backstabs, and chaos. She enjoyed the thrill of it, the look on people’s faces when they learned of it, and the planning it takes to pull off a scheme. There was literally nothing that brought her greater joy.

So why were her tears staining the snow?

Lily could not take her eyes off the new tattoo. Her mind couldn’t force those final words out of it. The image of her fathers final breath flashed before her on repeat, and the sadness on her mothers face when she came to get her joined it a moment later. The wind felt like it grew louder, but it was quickly drowned out by a near hyperventilation, and the drum that raged inside her chest. She was sad. She was devastated. And she did not know how to deal with these emotions. She stood there in this sadness for a minute more before the breathing calmed and her chest stopped pounding.

A single chuckle filled the air as Lilly’s knuckles went white as she gripped the handle to her luggage. A second chuckle followed, and then a third and a fourth before the wind was once again drowned out by Lily. Her eyes shifted from her arm and back to the gate. Her makeup was streaky now, with clear canals cut through the eyeliner and blush on her cheeks. There was only one sure fire way to make her feel better, and they were inside this gate somewhere. She just needed to meet them, and begin planning their downfall. She slammed her finger into the sensor, and the gate groaned open.

Without a second thought she entered the grounds and made her way inside.

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Lily took a stroll around the campsite as a whole. She took careful consideration to avoid detection by the other campers, and she stuck to the shadows as much as she could. Wegen she passed by the office she made a quick mental note of all the cabins that were still available, making a clearer note on the location of a cabin near the water numbered 29. As she passed the activities field she could see a party was brewing. This was perfect. Lily knew that there would be a good number of her potential marks there tonight. Each one trying to have fun, and each one drinking, and each one oblivious to what Lily was going to do.

Lily continued her self tour of the compound, knowing full well that in the coming days she’d charm some unsuspecting person to give her the true guided experience. Still, there was a charm to this camp. Each cabin felt more like a home than some homes back in Buffalo. There was life to them, and it seemed that those who lived in them took good care of them. Lily wondered what her cabin would look like as she spent more time in it. As she moved further down the path she heard a voice shout out something to the effect of being queen of the world, and she groaned in anticipation of meeting them.

The path continued, the near misses with the campers continued, but before long she found herself at the end of the path, looking out across a large body of water. She closed her eyes as a breeze carried across her face. While the camp ground itself was incredibly warm for no apparent reason, the breeze was incredibly cold still. A smile returned to her face as she leaned onto the wind. Growing up in Buffalo meant weekend trips to the Great Lake, and of her childhood memories those were the few good ones that rivaled her chaos. Her eyes slowly opened. She knew she made the right choice with her cabin.

She followed the path to the east until she finally saw it. It was unlit, but it had the number twenty nine etched into its surface. A large bay style window framed the back of the house and it was positioned perfectly to see through two large trees and out onto the water. She didn’t see a door on this side so she quickly made her way to the front and opened the door. As she walked inside the lights turned on automatically. “Motion activated lights,” she paused as her eyes stared ahead, “an L shaped sectional,” she paused as she took in the dark purple couch, she shifted her eyes again and spotted a roomba docked in the corner, “this place is nice!” Lily began to tour the house, like the couch it was shaped like an L and was only a single floor. The kitchen, and living room were all a part of the tall part of the L meanwhile the large bedroom made up the horizontal. The large bay windrow was situated right by a dining room table so that all meals would have that view. As she took in the cabin she thought it was absolutely perfect, with the only thing needed being some art and decor.

The sound of the party continuing filled her ears again. It seemed like it was really picking up now. Lily’s smile crossed from ear to ear at the sound. She needed to get ready.

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Lily stepped out of the cabin in baby blue jeans, white cropped shirt that was so high up one could see the grey of her sports bra peeking out if she raised her hands up, and her black Dr Martin’s. It was a casual fit, but it fit the vibe she was trying to present to the group well. She began to walk towards the activities field, this time sticking to the path and in the light. Before she knew it she was amongst the crowd. She began to listen in to the conversations, making notes on who sounded like what and what their mannerisms were when they talked. To the others she would be a stranger who had an inviting smile that was taking in everything for the first time.

Eventually, she spotted a rather tall man who was talking to a woman and another man. He was attractive, and the white button up shirt and embroidered red roses really complimented his striking features. Target acquired. Lily maneuvered through the crowd and aimed to end up somewhere behind him to his side. She just needed to think of a distraction of some sort to allow her to do something chaotic under the cover of it. A moment later, the other man seemingly spotted someone he knew and took off, creating a massive scene as he ran.

Perfection.

Lily quickly slid next to the tall, attractive man with her mouth agape, pretending to be shocked by the man running like a freight train through the crowd. With her freshly tattooed arm she quickly and expertly pulled the beer glass from his hands and held it there for a second, before she took a drink. “This place is crazy,” she spoke quickly, and it was the truth. Her eyes slid over to her hand, and they grew in size at the sight she saw. It was almost as if she had no idea where the beer came from. Then, a moment later, a wave of realization washed over her face as her eyes darted between the man and his drink several times within a minute.“Oh my god,” she spoke quickly and suddenly, offering the beer back up to the man, before pulling it back down, before offering it back up to him. “I have no idea why I just did that,” she lied expertly, “i just got here,” the truth, “and this, all of this,” she used her free had to reference all the demigods around her, “I didn’t know anyone else like me existed” she lied, “It’s been a long week, I should’ve gone to bed when I got here, and I’m so so so sorry. I’m Lily, daughter of Apate if that means anything to you, can I get you a new beer?”

Nori And Her Stuff

Latrom Lyve

"The continent is a wonderful place I wish to see in its entirety."

_______________________________________________ Latrom Lyve He/him | 21 | Goliath | Hill Giant | 95Inches | 264pounds | _______________________________________________ Straightforward _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I dedicate my life to traveling and protecting my home." ___________________________________ [+] [Lay on hands] Your blessed touch can heal wounds. You have a pool of healing power that replenishes when you take a long rest. With that pool, you can restore a total number of hit points equal to your paladin level x 5. As an action, you can touch a creature and draw power from the pool to restore a number of hit points to that creature, up to the maximum amount remaining in your pool. Alternatively, you can expend 5 hit points from your pool of healing to cure the target of one disease or neutralize one poison affecting it. You can cure multiple diseases and neutralize multiple poisons with a single use of Lay on Hands, expending hit points separately for each one. This feature has no effect on undead and constructs. [Divine sense] ⫻ The presence of strong evil registers on your senses like a noxious odor, and powerful good rings like heavenly music in your ears.You will register evil and good passively withing a 15ft radius,however past that up to 60ft you must make direct eye contact to determine if they are evil or good. Both passively and actively you will know the type (celestial, fiend, or undead) of any being whose presence you sense, but not its identity (the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich, for instance). Within the same radius, you also detect the presence of any place or object that has been consecrated or desecrated, as with the Hallow spell. You can use this feature a number of times equal to 1 + your Charisma modifier. When you finish a long rest, you regain all expended uses. Hill’s Tumble (Hill Giant) When you hit a Large or smaller creature with an attack roll and deal damage to it, you can give that target the Prone condition.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Intimidating in stature." Latrom is a Goliath a head taller than others, bearing wavy short brown hair with a straightforward stature looking down at you with black pupils. He carries on him a traditional suit made of high-quality leather worn and frayed along the edges with an interlocking knot pendant. Under all the thick leather clothing is a pristine earthy brown skin covering a lean body, lacking any tattoos and piercing only calloused on the hands and soles of his feet.

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""I patron myself for who else is worthy of my belief.""

MAIN GOAL ⫻ (To see and understand his home continent on his grand pilgrimage)

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ (To truly live you must stand I rather die standing than kneel and wait for piss to flow.)

SECRETS ⫻ (Nothing)

SEXUALITY ⫻ (Straight)

FEARS ⫻ (Losing the people he cares about)
WHAT BROUGHT THEM TO GREYHARROW ⫻ (Passing though to travel the continent he considers home on his grand pilgrimage.)

WHAT DO OTHERS IN TOWN THINK OF THEM ⫻ (The people consider Latrom honorable and benevolent for his oath.)

FLAWS ⫻ (Latrom lacks creativity and flexibility, he will fail to see other ways of solving problems other than the most obvious and will not bend on his morals even if it kills him.)

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"I look back at the past and smile at the memories."

Latrom Lyve was born in a nomadic family, named with the hope of being the reverse of mortal and evil. Traveling with his parents was a challenge heeding the long distances they traveled.

He learnt about how to find and identify if a plant was poisonous or edible if the animal tracks were prey or predator and how to find water and shelter based of geographical landmarks and features.Living off the land he had a lot of time to contemplate his morale code reaching a morale code of benevolent reciprocation.

When he reached age 20, he set out on his pilgrimage to explore the continent he calls home his parents prepared him with a traditional suit and gifted him an interlocking knot pendant. He arrived at Greyharrow town a year after he set out to trade for tools and supplies hard to get in the wilderness..

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"They adorn their armor and clothing with images of growing things-leaves, antlers, or flowers-to reflect their commitment to preserving life and light in the world."

MAGIC ⫻

Lay on Hands

Blessed touch

Your blessed touch can heal wounds. You have a pool of healing power that replenishes when you take a long rest. With that pool, you can restore a total number of hit points equal to your paladin level x 5.

As an action, you can touch a creature and draw power from the pool to restore a number of hit points to that creature, up to the maximum amount remaining in your pool.

Alternatively, you can expend 5 hit points from your pool of healing to cure the target of one disease or neutralize one poison affecting it. You can cure multiple diseases and neutralize multiple poisons with a single use of Lay on Hands, expending hit points separately for each one.

This feature has no effect on undead and constructs.

CURRENT WANDS/TOMES/STAFFS ⫻ Latrom carries a religious symbol of the interlocking knot, a simple gift his parents gave him in the hope that his good deeds will come around.

LIMITS ⫻ Latrom has the ability of divine sight that helps him register evil and good within a 60ft radius, however past 15ft he must make eye contact to determine if they are evil or good.

WEAKNESSES ⫻

Camp Athens - Closed

Lily Elpis Stark

"I probably shouldn’t tell you this but I heard on the grapevine….."

_______________________________________________ Lily Elpis Stark She/They | 21 | German-American | 5’10” | 145 lbs | Daughter of Apate _______________________________________________ Sly _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I’m more surprised you didn’t catch me lying." ___________________________________ Strength [Deception] ⫻ Lily is a natural when it comes to the art of deception. Whether through the use of the gifts given to her at birth, or through her own cunning and guile, Lily is able to weave a web of lies, chaos, and half truths that can destabilize a long standing friend group, trust in an important individual, or ruin a relationship. She often describes deception as an art form, and herself as a modern master. [Illusion] ⫻ Whether through magical or mundane means Lily can make things appear to be something they’re not. Whether that’s projecting an audible, and visual, clone to district a target or lead one away, or simply pulling on the strings of her web of lies to alter someone’s perception of reality, Lily is a master of illusion. [Schemes] ⫻ Lily is never content with things being “good enough”. There’s always some way to advance one’s life through schemes and plans. As such, Lily is a natural at the various aspects of scheming her way through life. Weakness [In too deep] ⫻ As is often the case Lily can get too involved, too invested, in her schemes and can often be completely lost to the world around her, and will become too stubborn to call it quits or change her plans. [A kind heart encased in a broken shell] ⫻ Despite the best efforts of her mothers lineage there is still a kind heart nestled somewhere inside of her. She will refuse to bring harm to someone who is disabled, or undeserving of her attention. [Seeing the forest through the trees] ⫻ Lily is painfully blind to the schemes and plans of her own mother. This is in part due to her being absent her whole life, and in part due to the skill her mother has over the powers.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ " Why yes I did pick this outfit out myself!" Despite the wishes of her mother Lily is a rather tall, fit, woman who walks through life with a confident step. Her pale skin has recently been blemished by a single drop of ink on her wrist, a tattoo of her father’s final words, and she does not allow any jewelry to dangle from her face, instead she accessories with rings, necklaces, chokers, and pins. Her blue eyes are less piercing than most, and are a darker shade that seems to light up when meeting someone new. Her hair is wavy, and is consistently cut to stay right below the blades of her shoulders and it is often put up into a ponytail and pulled back. Currently she is a platinum blonde but this is always subject to change. When she wears it down she tries to go towards a ‘lived in’ look that focuses on a controlled messy appearance. Lily appears as if she’s the life of the party. She often dresses in an alternative, but colorful, style. She is a big fan of the tried and tested combo of denim high waisted shorts, fishnet tights, and an oversized shirt that flows overtop. She’s often spotted in converse, or some combat boots, and is rarely seen wearing heels. In these colder months she tends to wear more slacks, and colorfully striped sweaters underneath her jacket. While she may alternate between this, and a more refined version when the need arises, Lily always appears approachable, confident, and above all else friendly on the first glance. Yet the longer one looks at her the more they will notice the little things that give away her motivation. Her lifeless eyes seem to linger on everything and anything as if she’s studying it, and they always seem to find their way onto people who are above her in status and rank.

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" Do I have a choice? I was born to be this."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Lily wants nothing more than to have the approval and love of her mother after the death of her father. As such, she’s fully devoted herself to the art of deception and has developed a drive to exceed anyone that is ahead of her in status or standing through the use of her mothers gifts. While this is something that her father tried to push out of her, it is as if it’s ingrained into her soul.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ That to succeed one must first be calculating and plan out their moves. Secondly, one must be ruthless in executing their schemes. As well, there is some sense that one needs to help those who are unable to protect themselves.

SECRETS ⫻ Lily has nearly caused several suicides, a fair few murders, and has caused at least three people to be locked up on charges brought about by Lily in disguise.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Lily uses her sexuality as a weapon, and as such she swings it both ways.

FEARS ⫻ Lily is terrified of her fathers last words to her, that the good in her outweighs any of the bad that hers mothers gifts have created. For if her father was right, and that at her core she does have good in her, than what will she do with all the chaos and destruction she’s caused?

HAT CAUSED THEM TO BE SENT TO THE CAMP? ⫻ Lily came home and found her father dying after someone broke into their home. Before the police arrived her mother appeared and told Lily that he was killed in an act of violence against the gods. As such, Lily needed to be protected from these outside threats and also needed to hone her skills against the gods and goddesses that she may very well face one day in the future.

FLAWS ⫻ Lily tends to avoid harming those who are disadvantaged even if it means she’ll be unable to execute a plan.

Lily often finds a twisted joy in bringing chaos down onto others. As such, at every moment of every day she’ll be searching out new ways to make life harder for others. This has led to her being ostracized from social groups, and also missing out on a few actual good things that were happening in the present right in front of her.

Lily will always own up to her deception if caught, even if this causes conflict or makes her look bad. She enjoys the drama it brings.

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" It doesn’t make sense"

Lily was given the perfect life on a silver platter.

She was born into a well off household but didn’t know her mother as she disappeared from every part of her life right after she gave birth. Her father was a well liked, well off, and happy man who was the favorite pediatrician of their suburban neighborhoods just outside Buffalo New York. From an early age her attentive father noticed that something was off with his little girl. Where he saw joy and happiness in the kids he treated at work, he saw a shell of a child at home. At first, he chalked this up to the circumstances of Lilly’s birth and lack of a mother in her life and pushed to fill that void as best as he could. That was, at least, until he got called to the kindergarten to speak with the teacher regarding an incident that transpired. Lilly had put some gum in the most popular girl's hair, and then convinced her that her best friend did it. When the two kids ended up fighting, she admitted freely that she had lied and in fact was the one to blame for the situation. When her father saw her in the office it was the first time that he saw her smile ever so vibrantly.

As she continued to grow she was in and out of therapy, and began to love the game of it. She had a knack for telling them lies that could even trump the truth of a situation, and win them to her side, only to reveal the con and break their spirits ever so. Her father, sensing that it was because of her lineage, decided that the only thing that he could do would be to take her far away from where he met Lily’s mother in the first place, and quickly found a job out in California and moved the two of them soon thereafter. This change of scenery helped Lily. It was like a switch was flipped in her brain. The rest of her elementary school years were without issue, and her middle school years followed that trend. As such, Lily was no longer in therapy and was able to live a relatively normal life. That was, until she ran face first into the politics of an American Highschool.

As a freshman she began to be the target of a few bullies, and these bullies were from families richer than hers, more influential than hers, and this led to them being at the top of the food chain. This led to a new rage brewing deep within her, a rage so potent it called out to her mother like nectar to a bee and pulled her back into her life. While she did not stay for long, she did remain long enough for Lily to learn of her status as a demigod and learn some control over the dormant magic that she suppressed. Lily used these basic skills to infiltrate the cliques of the school, turn them against one another, and ultimately cause the collapse of everything that they stood for. This was fun for Lily. It was more fun than anything she had experienced before. The process of building up the lie , stabbing people in the back, and turning friends into foes was intoxicating. And she wanted to get more, and more of that feeling. Yet Lily seemed to be very deliberate in the selection of her targets. She always picked the most popular, and meanest, people she could yet she never seemed to target the kids lower on the totem pole. By the time she graduated everyone had become too busy fighting each other to ever consider bullying her or those too weak to fight back.

After Highschool Lily moved back to Buffalo to attend college in the hope of meeting her mother again but this proved to not be as easy as she hoped. Still, as she finished the fall semester of her third year she figured it was only a matter of time before the two would be reunited. For her Christmas break she decided to surprise her father back home and flew out at once. When she arrived, she found him barely alive laying in a pool of his own blood. He gave her a final goodbye, and told her to not listen to that dark part of her that always wants out. That there was more good in her soul than not. As his last breath parted his lips her mother once again appeared, and told her that it was no longer safe for her in this mortal environment. She told Lily of a camp filled with people like her, people that were bullies and would lead the world to a war unlike any that they’ve seen, and if she did not use her powers many more would die like her father. In that moment, Lily decided that she would do whatever it took to ensure that would not happen and these demigods would be brought to heel. As Lily left the home she did not see the illusion break behind her, and her fathers very much alive body sleeping peacefully on the couch, nor did she notice the strange sheen in the eyes of the cops who came by shortly thereafter.

A week later, Lily finds herself presenting herself at the gates to her future, with a thumb on a scanner, and a scheme ready to be made.

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"Did you seriously think I would leave myself exposed like that clone?"

DESCRIPTION ⫻ As a daughter of Apate Lily’s powers have a focus on illusions, disguises, and generation of clones.

Human shapeshifting ⫻ Lily is able to cast an illusion spell that allows her to appear to be someone else. This spell works only if Lily is able to know what a person looks like, how they act, how they talk, and more. If she just met a new person she’d be able to copy their appearance but would have trouble getting their voice right. If she got to spend a prolonged amount of time around someone she’d be able to perfectly match their look, personality, speech patterns, and even gait. This is a charm based spell so as long as Lily is able to concentrate, she’ll be able to maintain the form. To those who are not resistant to these mind spells she will truly appear to be whoever she is copying. Lily is already extremely proficient in this skill.

Clone ⫻ Lily is able to create a perfect, illusion based clone of herself. The clone does not have any agency of their own, and they are more like an audio and visual projection of Lily as they are not physical, but they are useful for distracting someone in a pinch. Lily is talented with this ability but ultimately lacks finesse. She must maintain concentration and a visual on the clone to maintain. A lack of either will cause the clone to flicker, glitch, or just dissipate altogether.

Voice mimicry ⫻ Lily, with time, is able to mimic the voice of those around her. Like her human shapeshifter ability, the more exposure she has to a target the more accurate she will be.

A more recently developed ability for Lily, but quickly becoming a favorite, Lily is able to project her voice far away from her as if she was a ventriloquist and the target location was a dummy. She’s able to use her voice, or a voice she gains through her human shapeshifting, in this fashion without needing to cast that magic.

She must maintain her focus, and concentration, at all times otherwise the voice will become distorted and weakened.

Ultimate lie ⫻ Lily is able to lie effortlessly. So much so that no one is able to tell when she is doing it, no matter their lineage. While a child of Athena might get a gut feeling that something is off, they would still have all the indications that Lily is telling the truth.

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"Awww did someone get caught in my web of lies? How sad."

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Forest Longnecker

"I don’t follow what you’re saying but I like the way you’re saying it!"

_______________________________________________ Forest Longnecker He/Him | 22 | White | Six feet tall | 223 lbs | Son of Demeter _______________________________________________ Kind. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I’m just a simple farm boy." ___________________________________ Strengths [Simple country cooking] ⫻ Forest’s life before arriving at the camp revolved around his farm and the harvest. As such, he’s a talented cook when it comes to the classic country styled feasts and his home grown herbs and spices are to die for. [Farm Build] ⫻ Thanks to a life time spent working a farm Forest is strong. While not demigod strong, he is noticeably muscular and can hold his own in an arm wrestling contest. [Surprisingly fashionable] ⫻ When one thinks of a farm boy they think of blue jeans, work boots, and a thick jacket. While that may be true on the farm, when Forest goes out on the town he is dressed in expensive clothes that are accessorized well. He thanks his ex-girlfriend, a well known socialite in Columbus, for pushing him to explore his style more. Weakness [Naive] ⫻ Forest always sees the best in people, and often he sees the best in the worst ones. He’s quick to make excuses, push away negative thoughts, and trust his gut when he should trust his eyes and his years [Awkward] ⫻ Forest grew up in a small farming community, graduated with thirty other people, and spent the majority of his adult life working the farm. As such, while charming, he will always be awkward around new people. [Protective] ⫻ Forest was always taught to protect his own by his father, and Forest will always be the first to step up and be that defender. Even if the threat is stronger than him. [Kinda dumb] ⫻ Forest does have a degree in Agricultural Science but outside of the farming world Forest is just kind of dumb. This is especially true in social situations where he will be completely oblivious to certain situations.

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" If everyone just helped each other a little more I think we’d all be a bit better off."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Forest has only had one true goal, to make good quality food, and to make it in a way that worked with the environment instead of damaging it. Ever since his mother revealed herself he’s added a second goal, to cook a meal fit for the gods and to finally bring an end to their insistent conflicts.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ One must work in harmony with the natural order of the world, not force your will on it.

SECRETS ⫻ Forest has a trove of high quality snacks and treats that he will never share.

SEXUALITY ⫻ He’s straight but questioning if there’s any flexibility to it

FEARS ⫻ That the planet has already become rotten to the core, and that no amount of work or magic will fix what we’ve corrupted.

WHAT BROUGHT THEM TO CAMP ⫻ His mother came to visit him for the first time over the summer. The two tended to the harvest together, and forged a quick bond. As fall set in, and the depression it always brought took hold, his mother mentioned a place where he could spend some time around his fellow demigods and learn how to better apply his powers. While hesitant at first, the cold brutal winter eventually took the decision from him.

FLAWS ⫻ Forest will always fight to protect those he loves, or cares for, even if he’s in the wrong. While to him it’s about showing that no matter what, someone will always have your back. To others it can make him look complicit.

He’s far too trusting of new people.

Forest prefers the company of plants to the company of people. As such, he may often seem disinterested from time to time in conversation even if he’s engaged.

When Forest prepares a meal, he will become saddened if someone is unable to finish it. It will be to the point that he’d be on the verge of tears asking what he could have done better. The truth is he simply prepares too much food.

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" It’s quite simple. My dads, dads, dads, dad settled down in this one spot and we’ve been here ever since."

Even with his earliest memories Forest knew that he was a demigod. Even though he was born and raised up in the sparsely populated farm fields of southern Ohio, near Greencamp, his father knew it was important to know that others could not be trusted with the knowledge of what he can do. As such, Forest spent his early childhood out in nature, forming a connection with the natural world around him. Once he was able to control it enough to not accidentally cause chaos, he was sent to the local school and started to begin his adventures through school. Forest has nothing but pleasant memories of trips to the zoo, working the fields alongside his dad, cousins, and uncle’s, and the wonderful feasts they had. While there was a sadness at not knowing his mother, his father said that all he had to do was step outside and he’d be with her in the fields.

As he grew to his teenage years, he began to play sports and found that he was a natural at football. Through middle school and high he would be the closest thing that this small town would have to a star quarterback. He worked hard at school but his grades were never perfect, but there was never any concern about him academically. When we graduated, he enrolled at The Ohio State University for agricultural science. He had the opportunity to study elsewhere on a football scholarship but Forest wanted to stay close to home and follow his passion with his studies.

After graduation, he returned to the farm and helped make it more efficient while also implementing different tools, strategies, and magic to help the land heal and produce more food. His father never allowed him to do anything more than a small patch of magical food, but it was enough that Forest could experiment with the application of his magic. Forest also got into making mead out of his magical fruit, and honey made from the pollen of his magical flowers. Eventually, his mother took note of his skills and love of the harvest and she came back into their lives even if it was for a moment at a time. She taught him practical applications of the magic, and offerings he could do to bring better harvests. Eventually as well, she got him to head towards this strange camp far away.

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" Trust me when I say you’ve never had a good cook like me."

DESCRIPTION ⫻

Forest is the son of Demeter and as such his abilities focus on the harvest, and nature as a whole.

AGROKINESIS ⫻ Forest is able to control the growth rate of plants and is able to infuse plants grown this way with magical properties. He typically does this with fruits, vegetables, coffee beans, and grains as it’s very easy to work these influenced dishes into a meal. Food grown this way is always extremely nutritious, filling, and carries with them a very minor healing factor that is only good for ailments, scrapes and bruises. All he needs at this time is the seeds of the plant and space to grow them. If he wants the produce to carry the magical aspect it will take longer for them to grow. The magical aspect of the food will depend on the properties of what is grown. In general, grains will be more filling, fruits and vegetables more flavorful, coffee beans more energizing, and all will benefit from being more nutritious.

If the need arises he can use this spell offensively, and defensively. Like the former he can cause plants to grow from seed to maturity at a near instant pace. He could, for example, toss a healthy amount of seeds of a bush behind him and create a wall of thorns to block the way for pursuers to follow. Or he could simply throw a tree seed at someone and watch them get crushed under its weight. Each spell takes energy from Forest to pull off, and as such the more he does in a day the more tired and weak he will become.

As well, he will be able to call on the roots, or branches, of all flora to ensnare and to strike. If a fight breaks out in a field Forest can call up the roots to wrap themselves around the ankles of an assailant. If the fight is in the forest he’ll be able to call on the roots or branches of trees to grab and crush. Based on his training he suspects that one day he can call on the whole tree to join him in a fight.

INDUCE HUNGER ⫻ Forest can create a ravenous hunger in the pits of those around him if the need arises. This hunger would be unlike anything the target would have felt and they will find it difficult to overcome their desire to consume. If there’s no food in the immediate area the target could be forced to flee in search of this food.

This still Forest has the least control over and may accidentally cause everyone, including himself, to feel this hunger.

CREATE PRECIPITATION ⫻ Unknown to Forest, when he creates plant life he is also create the moisture needed to sustain it. He has no control over this ability but with time could learn to wield it.

AEROKINESIS ⫻. Like the create precipitation Forest does not know, nor control, this magic. Instead it is tied to his emotions. When he feels confident a small breeze will move through his hair and ruffle the strands, and the wind will carry his voice further when he’s angry.

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"A little hope goes a long way."

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Idris Orion Abbasi

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.................................................... __________________________________________ S O N . O F . A P O L L O ________________________________________________________ 25 | Male | Heteroflexible __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | Black ▹ eye color | Brown ▹ height | 6' 2" ▹ build | Muscular / athletic

. A B I L I T I E S marksman - Idris is a master marksman. Owing his talent to a decade of competition shooting, and his father’s bloodline, Idris does not take long to size up a target and lose an arrow. He has won numerous competitions throughout his youth and his early adulthood. Sadly he has never had the pleasure to compete on a national level, a decision by his mother, he has yet to meet someone who can best him at the range. While he has not shot a bow and arrow since his mother informed him about who his father was, there is a sneaking suspicion within his soul that the time away will not matter. He still carries the same weakness that all humans carry with his bow. He can grow tired if he tries to fire too many arrows too fast. As well, he might linger on a target for a second too long which could act as a 'tell' that he is about to fire. On top of that, for most encounters he will be limited to the number of normal arrows he can carry. photokinesis - Idris is also able to create and manipulate structures out of light itself. The luminescence is very high, and direct contact with it will burn the target. He currently has a staff of light, and an arrow, mastered but he has not spent as much time with this skill as he has only practiced it for the past year after learning of his lineage. He can combine the light arrow with a physical bow to launch it as a projectile. Using it this way, Idris imbues the arrow with an explosive effect that turns the arrow into a burningly bright flash-bang that, on impact, will both blind and burn a target with the sheer brightness of the light. Besides the arrow all other constructs are rather weak. All, however, are weak in the absence of light. He can create light in his palm but this magic will always be more powerful under the sun, or a bright enough light source. healing - Unknown to him, Idris does have a passive healing effect that allows him to heal most minor injuries within a short duration. master musician - Unknown to him, Idris singing voice carries a tune that uplifts those that hear it. S T R E N G T H S cooking - Idris was practically raised in the kitchen of his mothers restaurant. From the many evenings doing homework behind the register, to learning the process as a teen, all the way to helping his mother run the shop he has a lifetime of experience here. life of a party - In his normal life Idris can be rigid, uptight, and guarded with information. Yet, with a few drinks, the hidden side of Idris comes out. Often, his shirt comes off, he wants to go to the karaoke bar, and he is beyond jovial. He is truly everyone’s friends in those moments. This has had some unfortunate side effects of a phone filled with contacts, friends who always want Idris to come hang out and have another legendary night. eyes like an eagle - Thanks to a decade plus of archery training, and competitions, Idris has a skill at picking out details from afar and this has translated to discerning what is supposed to be in a spot versus something hiding in it. If he was born as the son of another goddess he would make a fantastic hunter. Still, if something is missing if it is not buried he can find it, and if something is hiding he can spot them. As well, he can see clearly when someone is struggling whether physically or emotionally. While he tries to give off an aura of being unbothered, Idris does care deeply about the wellbeing of those in his orbit. Thus, someone who is having a bad time might wake up one day to a knock on the door and a bag of homemade treats with no sign that points towards who delivered it. He might find the time to talk to the person when the two were alone, and impart some wisdom delivered without malice. W E A K N E S S E S guarded - Idris has not had an easy life. From what he was told he was a friendly, jovial, and laid back child who was exposed to the public education system and suffered in response. When he was young, his kindness and friendly nature were used against him and through this bullying he learned that there are two sides to people, the version the world sees and the version they hide behind the smiles. Even though during highschool his fortunes changed and he became a well known and popular kid, he always views people through the lens of a kid who was bullied relentlessly melee combat - While Idris has had a few fights fought under the influence of alcohol, he does not have any formal combat training nor does his skillset benefit conflict in close range. He is an archer, he wants to be far away and to use his distance to his advantage. If someone took that away from him he could be quickly defeated. stuborn - Once Idris’s mind locks onto something, it rarely lets it go. He could be provided irrefutable proof that he is wrong and he will still try and figure out how he is actually right. Things like grudges, axes to grind, and slights are quick to develop and long to fall away. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y caring .... | .... guarded .... | .... charismatic .... | .... observant H I S T O R Y Idris calls the surprisingly mild climate of Halifax, Canada, home. Here he was born to an immigrant mother, and spent his entire childhood without a father. While there were father figures in his life, such as his uncles, grandpa, and neighbors, it was something that did not go unnoticed in Idris’s childhood. He remembers vividly all the times that he asked where his true father was, knowing that these men were not the ones he could call dad. Each time, his mother would get upset and deflect the question away. Outside of these questions, his earliest memories were spent inside his mothers restaurant the “Costal Karahi” where the lamb and goat recipes remain ever popular. When he was old enough to go to school he was enrolled at a public kindergarten and began the march through the grades. Things were easy enough at first, and Idris made a few friends with the kids in his class. It was at this young age his mother forced him to participate in archery. She said it was a noble sport and he would do well to excel in it. While he had an easily seen natural gift for the craft, it wasn’t one he was overly fond of. While the other kids were allowed to play video games, he was always expected to be out back practicing. He was always popular when it came to recess, as he displayed an amazing accuracy even at this young age. One day, in the fifth grade, he embarrassed a particular kid by beating him handily in basketball. The kid quickly ‘befriended’ him and used this time to learn as many embarrassing secrets as he could. Like how Idris was secretly an archer, how he thought he was gifted by the gods with his accuracy, and how he wanted to sing in a boyband like NSYNC or the Back Street Boys. That last was all it took for the bullies to find the blade that would cut the deepest. From fifth grade onward, he was bullied every day and with varied taunts. While it started with the music angle, it soon devolved into whatever the bullies could think of next. Friends would come into his life, Idris would welcome the companionship, and they would once again betray him to gain social standing. Idris kept trying to find a friend but he never did. Instead, he simply kept up with his archery practice, competition, and began to branch out his skills into other sports. One in particular, basketball, seemed to agree with him more than others. He initially started playing on his own during recess one day, hitting shots from further back and with a much higher frequency than anyone else. While his classmates egged him on, a coach saw this and approached him and convinced him to join the team at the upcoming tryouts. No one came close to the accuracy that Idris displayed and he was given a spot on the team. In his eighth grade year they won the championship and it was like a light switch went off. Everyone wanted to be his friend suddenly, wanted to hang out, and wanted to plan for their highschool years together. They may have forgotten the years of bullying they wrought on Idris, but Idris did not. He never forgot. Idris would never give his all in the sport from here on out. He simply stayed on the team to avoid the return of bullying, playing well enough to carry his team through all the various sporting events but never fully committing to using his skills to their full potential. To him that sport was simply a means to an end. Still, he would be remiss to forget that he likely no longer needed to play after his sophomore year and that there were a few genuine, good people who he enjoyed above all else that he played alongside. One, another natural athlete, even had a chance at the NBA that slipped through their fingers later in life. He graduated high school with many people who now considered him a friend, and with fewer people that Idris considered so. College was an awakening of sorts. He was still guarded around the new people, more so even than before, but there was a secret spell that one classmate used to unlock the inner man that yearned for joy, connection, and belonging. Alcohol. At his first frat party he drank just enough that his inhibitions fell, but not enough for his walls to fall in on himself. In this happy medium he became the life of the party. His shirt was lost quickly, its final location unknown, and Idris quickly found his way to the karaoke machine and belted out song after song, from The Offspring. Videos exist of this very moment and most comments follow the same theme. ‘Why can he actually sing though?’ He was everyone's first choice in beer pong or cornhole. The next morning, shame, and the hundreds of texts asking him to come to the next party or to hang out, forced him back behind his walls. The rest of his college years would follow the same pattern, he would get good grades, be pestered to hang out, have a beer which would turn into two, followed by a shame filled morning the next day. When he graduated, he attended many celebrations and had many at his own. He took his degree in accounting and business administration, back to his mothers restaurant to help her take it to the next level. While she appreciated his help and his approach, she knew there was more to life than this for him. She was the immigrant mother who brought this craft to these frigid lands, and she expected her son to do more. So even as he modernized her kitchen, improved her rates with her suppliers, she decided she needed to take the one drastic step she swore to never take. It was time to talk about his father. It was just after his twenty-third birthday when she sat him down and explained who his father was. Apollo. The god of music, marksman, healing, and the sun. At first Idris took this as well as everyone. He thought his mom had gone crazy and immediately he began looking up doctors who specialized in situations like this. But as she explained, the more things made sense. This was the reason he was pushed into archery, why his accuracy with anything he touched was second to none, why he never really got hurt despite the bullying and why he was a viral sight on the internet for his singing. The only aspect of his magic that had to reveal itself was the light, and his mother told a story of him as a baby. With that story, he was suddenly able to reach out to the light and create stuff from it. For the next year, Idris did not touch his primary hobby. His bows collected dust in his storage room as he came to terms with this news. He did practice the light magic, making a walking staff and an arrow out of it. The only time he touched his bow was when he had the bright idea to fire the light arrow from it, and his surprise at it working forced the bow back into the closet once again. He was content to let this knowledge die with him, but his father had other plans. Early this morning, at nearly a quarter to six, Idris went to his mothers restaurant to prepare for the day. He often opened to allow his older mother an extra few hours to rest each day. This day, as he walked through the front door and closed it behind him, he was greeted by the most strange of experiences. In front of him, sitting at the closest table to the door with a lute in hand, was his father. For the first time in his life he was able to put a face to the name, and Idris wanted to fight him in the moment and likely would have if not for the calming melody played by the god. The two would talk for an hour, about who Idris was, what he was meant to be, and this strange camp halfway around the world. Idris did not want to go, but the longer he was around the man the more the music seemed to influence him. Still, Idris refused. That was until the god offered Idris something he couldn’t refuse. It was a simple one, the god could pull some strings and help his mother retire without worry in one year's time if Idris did this one favour for him first. Idris agreed to the proposal in an instant thinking he’d have time to say his goodbyes. Instead, the god pulled a string on the lute and covered Idris in a blinding light. In the next moment he was outside a large metal gate, suitcase in one hand and an overstuffed backpack on his back, his favorite bow in the other hand, and a disdain for the gods in his head. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #D87093 ........ faceclaim . | . Raymond Ablack ........ creator . | . Nori

Nori And Her Stuff

Lily Elpis Stark

"I probably shouldn’t tell you this but I heard on the grapevine….."

_______________________________________________ Lily Elpis Stark She/They | 21 | German-American | 5’10” | 145 lbs | Daughter of Apate _______________________________________________ Sly _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I’m more surprised you didn’t catch me lying." ___________________________________ Strength [Deception] ⫻ Lily is a natural when it comes to the art of deception. Whether through the use of the gifts given to her at birth, or through her own cunning and guile, Lily is able to weave a web of lies, chaos, and half truths that can destabilize a long standing friend group, trust in an important individual, or ruin a relationship. She often describes deception as an art form, and herself as a modern master. [Illusion] ⫻ Whether through magical or mundane means Lily can make things appear to be something they’re not. Whether that’s projecting an audible, and visual, clone to district a target or lead one away, or simply pulling on the strings of her web of lies to alter someone’s perception of reality, Lily is a master of illusion. [Schemes] ⫻ Lily is never content with things being “good enough”. There’s always some way to advance one’s life through schemes and plans. As such, Lily is a natural at the various aspects of scheming her way through life. Weakness [In too deep] ⫻ As is often the case Lily can get too involved, too invested, in her schemes and can often be completely lost to the world around her, and will become too stubborn to call it quits or change her plans. [A kind heart encased in a broken shell] ⫻ Despite the best efforts of her mothers lineage there is still a kind heart nestled somewhere inside of her. She will refuse to bring harm to someone who is disabled, or undeserving of her attention. [Seeing the forest through the trees] ⫻ Lily is painfully blind to the schemes and plans of her own mother. This is in part due to her being absent her whole life, and in part due to the skill her mother has over the powers.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ " Why yes I did pick this outfit out myself!" Despite the wishes of her mother Lily is a rather tall, fit, woman who walks through life with a confident step. Her pale skin has recently been blemished by a single drop of ink on her wrist, a tattoo of her father’s final words, and she does not allow any jewelry to dangle from her face, instead she accessories with rings, necklaces, chokers, and pins. Her blue eyes are less piercing than most, and are a darker shade that seems to light up when meeting someone new. Her hair is wavy, and is consistently cut to stay right below the blades of her shoulders and it is often put up into a ponytail and pulled back. Currently she is a platinum blonde but this odds always subject to change. When she wears it down she tries to go towards a ‘lived in’ look that focuses on a controlled messy appearance. Lily appears as if she’s the life of the party. She often dresses in an alternative, but colorful, style. She is a big fan of the tried and tested combo of denim high waisted shorts, fishnet tights, and an oversized shirt that flows overtop. She’s often spotted in converse, or some combat boots, and is rarely seen wearing heels. In these colder months she tends to wear more slacks, and colorfully striped sweaters underneath her jacket. While she may alternate between this, and a more refined version when the need arises, Lily always appears approachable, confident, and above all else friendly on the first glance. Yet the longer one looks at her the more they will notice the little things that give away her motivation. Her lifeless eyes seem to linger on everything and anything as if she’s studying it, and they always seem to find their way onto people who are above her in status and rank.

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" Do I have a choice? I was born to be this."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Lily wants nothing more than to have the approval and love of her mother after the death of her father. As such, she’s fully devoted herself to the art of deception and has developed a drive to exceed anyone that is ahead of her in status or standing through the use of her mothers gifts. While this is something that her father tried to push out of her, it is as if it’s ingrained into her soul.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ That to succeed one must first be calculating and plan out their moves. Secondly, one must be ruthless in executing their schemes. As well, there is some sense that one needs to help those who are unable to protect themselves.

SECRETS ⫻ Lily has nearly caused several suicides, a fair few murders, and has caused at least three people to be locked up on charges brought about by Lily in disguise.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Lily uses her sexuality as a weapon, and as such she swings it both ways.

FEARS ⫻ Lily is terrified of her fathers last words to her, that the good in her outweighs any of the bad that hers mothers gifts have created. For if her father was right, and that at her core she does have good in her, than what will she do with all the chaos and destruction she’s caused?

HAT CAUSED THEM TO BE SENT TO THE CAMP? ⫻ Lily came home and found her father dying after someone broke into their home. Before the police arrived her mother appeared and told Lily that he was killed in an act of violence against the gods. As such, Lily needed to be protected from these outside threats and also needed to hone her skills against the gods and goddesses that she may very well face one day in the future.

FLAWS ⫻ Lily tends to avoid harming those who are disadvantaged even if it means she’ll be unable to execute a plan.

Lily often finds a twisted joy in bringing chaos down onto others. As such, at every moment of every day she’ll be searching out new ways to make life harder for others. This has led to her being ostracized from social groups, and also missing out on a few actual good things that were happening in the present right in front of her.

Lily will always own up to her deception if caught, even if this causes conflict or makes her look bad. She enjoys the drama it brings.

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" It doesn’t make sense"

Lily was given the perfect life on a silver platter.

She was born into a well off household but didn’t know her mother as she disappeared from every part of her life right after she gave birth. Her father was a well liked, well off, and happy man who was the favorite pediatrician of their suburban neighborhoods just outside Buffalo New York. From an early age her attentive father noticed that something was off with his little girl. Where he saw joy and happiness in the kids he treated at work, he saw a shell of a child at home. At first, he chalked this up to the circumstances of Lilly’s birth and lack of a mother in her life and pushed to fill that void as best as he could. That was, at least, until he got called to the kindergarten to speak with the teacher regarding an incident that transpired. Lilly had put some gum in the most popular girl's hair, and then convinced her that her best friend did it. When the two kids ended up fighting, she admitted freely that she had lied and in fact was the one to blame for the situation. When her father saw her in the office it was the first time that he saw her smile ever so vibrantly.

As she continued to grow she was in and out of therapy, and began to love the game of it. She had a knack for telling them lies that could even trump the truth of a situation, and win them to her side, only to reveal the con and break their spirits ever so. Her father, sensing that it was because of her lineage, decided that the only thing that he could do would be to take her far away from where he met Lily’s mother in the first place, and quickly found a job out in California and moved the two of them soon thereafter. This change of scenery helped Lily. It was like a switch was flipped in her brain. The rest of her elementary school years were without issue, and her middle school years followed that trend. As such, Lily was no longer in therapy and was able to live a relatively normal life. That was, until she ran face first into the politics of an American Highschool.

As a freshman she began to be the target of a few bullies, and these bullies were from families richer than hers, more influential than hers, and this led to them being at the top of the food chain. This led to a new rage brewing deep within her, a rage so potent it called out to her mother like nectar to a bee and pulled her back into her life. While she did not stay for long, she did remain long enough for Lily to learn of her status as a demigod and learn some control over the dormant magic that she suppressed. Lily used these basic skills to infiltrate the cliques of the school, turn them against one another, and ultimately cause the collapse of everything that they stood for. This was fun for Lily. It was more fun than anything she had experienced before. The process of building up the lie , stabbing people in the back, and turning friends into foes was intoxicating. And she wanted to get more, and more of that feeling. Yet Lily seemed to be very deliberate in the selection of her targets. She always picked the most popular, and meanest, people she could yet she never seemed to target the kids lower on the totem pole. By the time she graduated everyone had become too busy fighting each other to ever consider bullying her or those too weak to fight back.

After Highschool Lily moved back to Buffalo to attend college in the hope of meeting her mother again but this proved to not be as easy as she hoped. Still, as she finished the fall semester of her third year she figured it was only a matter of time before the two would be reunited. For her Christmas break she decided to surprise her father back home and flew out at once. When she arrived, she found him barely alive laying in a pool of his own blood. He gave her a final goodbye, and told her to not listen to that dark part of her that always wants out. That there was more good in her soul than not. As his last breath parted his lips her mother once again appeared, and told her that it was no longer safe for her in this mortal environment. She told Lily of a camp filled with people like her, people that were bullies and would lead the world to a war unlike any that they’ve seen, and if she did not use her powers many more would die like her father. In that moment, Lily decided that she would do whatever it took to ensure that would not happen and these demigods would be brought to heel. As Lily left the home she did not see the illusion break behind her, and her fathers very much alive body sleeping peacefully on the couch, nor did she notice the strange sheen in the eyes of the cops who came by shortly thereafter.

A week later, Lily finds herself presenting herself at the gates to her future, with a thumb on a scanner, and a scheme ready to be made.

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"Did you seriously think I would leave myself exposed like that clone?"

DESCRIPTION ⫻ As a daughter of Apate Lily’s powers have a focus on illusions, disguises, and generation of clones.

Human shapeshifting ⫻ Lily is able to cast an illusion spell that allows her to appear to be someone else. This spell works only if Lily is able to know what a person looks like, how they act, how they talk, and more. If she just met a new person she’d be able to copy their appearance but would have trouble getting their voice right. If she got to spend a prolonged amount of time around someone she’d be able to perfectly match their look, personality, speech patterns, and even gait. This is a charm based spell so as long as Lily is able to concentrate, she’ll be able to maintain the form. To those who are not resistant to these mind spells she will truly appear to be whoever she is copying. Lily is already extremely proficient in this skill.

Clone ⫻ Lily is able to create a perfect, illusion based clone of herself. The clone does not have any agency of their own, and they are more like an audio and visual projection of Lily as they are not physical, but they are useful for distracting someone in a pinch. Lily is talented with this ability but ultimately lacks finesse. She must maintain concentration and a visual on the clone to maintain. A lack of either will cause the clone to flicker, glitch, or just dissipate altogether.

Voice mimicry ⫻ Lily, with time, is able to mimic the voice of those around her. Like her human shapeshifter ability, the more exposure she has to a target the more accurate she will be.

A more recently developed ability for Lily, but quickly becoming a favorite, Lily is able to project her voice far away from her as if she was a ventriloquist and the target location was a dummy. She’s able to use her voice, or a voice she gains through her human shapeshifting, in this fashion without needing to cast that magic.

She must maintain her focus, and concentration, at all times otherwise the voice will become distorted and weakened.

Ultimate lie ⫻ Lily is able to lie effortlessly. So much so that no one is able to tell when she is doing it, no matter their lineage. While a child of Athena might get a gut feeling that something is off, they would still have all the indications that Lily is telling the truth.

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"Awww did someone get caught in my web of lies? How sad."

Anyyyything else?

Camp Athens - Closed

Well well well.

The Season of the Enlightened

Oh, hello there. Count my interest.

Agents of H.E.L.P. - Per Angusta Ad Augusta

The digital clock on Jane’s cluttered desk flicked to 9:00 PM. Outside her Toronto apartment window, the city hummed with a low, distant energy, but inside, the air felt thick, charged with the intensity of her focus. Dressed in worn grey sweatpants and an oversized Ohio State sweater, her feet bare against the cool laminate floor, she leaned back in her creaking office chair, eyes narrowed at the two faces pinned to the corkboard wall in front of her.

Two men. Two profiles. Two potential... problems.

These two men have haunted the dreams of this fledgling H.E.L.P. agent more than any Hype she helped catch. The past week alone they have caused a crippling lack of sleep, general sense of unease about the future, and a worry about the fate of two massive cities. Her eyes darted to the left side of the board and looked at the information collected about the first man

Subject A: Jon Stevens. The photograph, clipped from an academic journal, showed a man in his late fifties, iron-grey hair swept back, eyes like chips of flint behind wire-rimmed glasses. His mouth was a thin, uncompromising line. Jane tapped a fingernail against the grainy image. The dossier was nothing more than a messy stack of photocopied articles, scribbled notes, and transcribed snippets of conversations gleaned from anxious grad students at OSU bars, yet, it painted a stark picture. “Brilliant, obviously,” one testimonial read, “but expects goddamn perfection. His seminars are an intellectual boot camp. Washes out more than he takes on.” Another section spoke to his work professionally: “Published in Criminology, Justice Quarterly… heavy hitters. But good luck getting his attention unless you’re already a star.” The consensus was clear, Stevens was a gatekeeper. Elite. Ruthlessly selective. His work on systemic bias in hyper human apprehension procedures was cited everywhere, foundational, but notoriously difficult to replicate. A hallmark, Jane knew, of either genius or deliberate obfuscation. “Why so few students,” she mused, her mind slipping briefly into the H.E.L.P. investigator’s groove. Control? Fear of exposure? Or just sheer, unadulterated intellectual arrogance? She noted the precision of his research design, the cold, clinical language devoid of empathy. A man who saw variables, not people. Or Hypers. He was more concerned with the cold, hard facts of the situation, and as he saw them, the facts said there was a problem with how the governments of the world were responding to the rise of powered individuals.

Her gaze shifted sharply to the right.

Subject B: Phil Smith. The photo here was softer, a university directory headshot. Dr. Phil Smith of the University of Toronto. Early forties, kind eyes crinkling at the corners, a hint of a warm smile playing on his lips. The testimonials from Toronto students were markedly different, gathered through casual phone calls and a few letters exchanged with acquaintances. “Approachable,” one email stated. “Remembers your name. Let's you explore your ideas, even if they’re messy.” Another: “His work on community mediation in post-incident hyperhuman scenarios is applied, practical. He gets his hands dirty with community groups. I think he actually speaks to those impacted by the government policies.” Jane scanned his publication list. Solid, but not the stratospheric tier of Stevens in regards to anything. More in Journal of Applied Psychology, Conflict Resolution Quarterly, which were credible, respected, but lacked the seismic impact that Stevens had. Kinder, she thought, but is kinder what gets her to where she wanted to go? She noted his focus on restorative justice models applied to hyperhuman incidents, which stood in stark contrast to Stevens' focus on systemic flaws within enforcement actions towards them. Is he naïve? Too trusting? Or is that collaborative approach genuinely more effective in the long run? The lack of elite journal placements niggled at her. Was it a lack of ambition? Or a deliberate choice favouring real-world application over academic prestige? She shifted her weight forward and banged her head against the desk.

A pen, balanced precariously on the edge of her desk, began to roll towards the precipice. Without looking, Jane flicked a finger almost imperceptibly. The pen stopped dead, shifted its course silently, and settled towards the center of the desk. Her power had become an extension of herself and at it’s core it was almost siimple. Controlled.

Unlike this decision.

She pushed back from the desk, pacing the small space between the corkboard and her sagging bookshelf. Her H.E.L.P. training screamed for more data. Hard evidence. Witness intimidation? Jane returned to the desk and placed her head back down on the still-warm surface. She knew that was unlikely, but Stevens' intensity could be misconstrued. Financial irregularities? Smith's lower profile suggested less grant money, but no red flags to speak of. Hell, he even drove a fifteen year old car that was on its last leg. Connections to known hyperhuman agitators? Nothing surfaced in either public record, and her research in the systems she did have access to did not turn up anything. Jane took a deep breath as she pulled herself off the desk and placed her hands on the sides of her face. Why was she doing this? This wasn't a criminal profile, she reminded herself sternly, though the methodology felt eerily similar as she was building a picture from fragments, assessing risk, and trying to predict outcomes.

Jane raised her head upwards, off the desk, and stared at the two faces. Stevens: the challenge, the potential for unparalleled rigor, the near-certainty of brutal rejection or, worse, being ground down. Smith: the safer harbor, the collaborative spirit, the risk of plateauing, of not being pushed to her absolute limit.

Her eyes drifted down from the intense faces on the wall to the open folder lying on her desk. Not case files. Not H.E.L.P. briefings.

GRAD SCHOOL APPLICATIONS.

The stark, bold letters on the tab cut through the investigative thoughts like a knife. The tension in her shoulders, held so tightly while profiling the professors, suddenly bled away, replaced by a weary sigh. She sank back into the chair, the adrenaline of the "hunt" dissipating.

This was never about suspects or threats. It was about her future.

Whose environment would shape the next crucial phase of her life?

Sure, things with H.E.L.P. were good. The highs were high, and the lows were almost non-existent, and the work mattered. Yet she felt this constant draw back to academia that gnawed at the corners of her mind. She knew she eventually wanted a doctorate, to follow in the footsteps of her parents and use her expertise to make a difference down the road. The world was not kind to people like her, and she knew she wanted to make a change going forward.

She picked up the pen she'd stopped earlier. No power needed now. Just a simple, human hand. She pulled a fresh sheet of paper towards her. The tone shifted from tense investigation to quiet, determined contemplation.

"Okay," Jane murmured to the empty room, her voice soft but resolved. "Profs. Stevens. Smith. Pros and cons. For me."

She wrote "OSU - Stevens" at the top left. "UofT - Smith" on the right. Under each, she began to list, not just their reputations and publications, but what they meant for Jane.

The clock ticked past 9:30. The city lights still glowed outside. Inside, the tension had melted and was replaced by the focused, pragmatic energy of a woman mapping her future one carefully considered bullet point at a time. The final decision wasn't made, but the lens had shifted. The suspects were now potential mentors. The investigation had become a choice. She wrote on her calendar’s both phone numbers as she knew it was time to request informational interviews. A decision was about to be made.

Jane would have continued with this inquisition had it not been for a singular RING shouting out through the second phone line in her apartment. Her eyebrow raised up as a smile crossed her face. She waited for just a second, with bated breath, to see if she was imagining things. RING. It sang out again. This roused Jane to her feet and she ever so carefully navigated her way to the phone and, with a trepid hand, picked it up. The first voice was robotic, and was an automated method of delivering the news. It sucked, and did not seem to work very well, but groups like H.E.L.P. seemed to love picking up all the new gadgets when they could.

INTERNAL H.E.L.P. COMMUNICATION AUTOMATED MESSAGE
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: GAMMA
PRIORITY: URGENT

This is a message for : Agent Deadeye
FROM: H.E.L.P. Dispatch Alpha Base
MMEDIATE RECALL - ALPHA BASE

“Deadeye,” a firm, but clearly feminine voice spoke.

“Charon.”

“It’s your lucky day, you are being called in. You have a ticket under your legal name at Lester B. Pearson, terminal 1. We have a flight to Vancouver booked, and we’ll pick you up and bring you to the base from there. I would pack for an extended mission. You ready?”

”I was born ready.”

“Good. Be seeing you.”

The line ended with a solid thud, as if the phone was slammed down harshly. Jane remembered Charon well from when Charon was the first agent to try and interrogate her. Sure, Jane was no one special with her skillsets but her education gave her a window into the mind of Charon, and Charon was not ready for the interrogation to be turned against her. Jane liked to think that Charon was one of the first agents to push for her ascension to agent, but she knew that honor most likely belonged to church. Still, the two had a heated work relationship that Jane loved to navigate. As she put her phone down, Jane knew that things were about to change forever. She had the two paths ahead of her, and she had at least one month to make a decision on which one to travel. Does she focus entirely on her education, and return to school for her masters, and then doctortal degree? Or does she go all in on the practical application of her education, and her skills? She had time to think this over, but tonight she needed to pack.

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Times of Trouble #1.004: Settling in

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Previously: None

The heavy steel door of the dorm room clanged shut behind Jane, sealing out the low but constant thrum of Alpha Base. The sudden relative quiet felt like a weight released from her back. She leaned against the walll, letting her worn duffel bag slide to the floor with a muffled thump. Exhaustion. To most, that word carried a pretty telling meaning, yet to Jane exhaustion had quickly become all she had ever known. The sleepless night, the early morning flight, the wait for a connecting flight, and then finally the quick helicopter ride across the ocean to the island. Exhaustion was a state of being, and Jane was in that state. Her eyes held up dark bags, and the longer she rested against the wall the more alluring the idea of sliding down it and taking a nap became even though there was a bed a short step away from her.

She looked around the room and remembered it well. Jane had called this place home only once before, right near the end of her outside assistant role. It was in this room where she was told that she would become a new agent, that she could finally put the work in and get the field experience she so desperately wanted. It was a great day. She had worked so hard to prove that she had the capability to not only control her power, but also provide value to the team as a whole. Jane had known at the time that she was going to go further with her education. Now that the time had come, she was starting to have regrets fueled by a desire to be back in her room, back in Toronto, and on the phone with potential professors. She did not bring her cute and comfy pajamas, no she needed her functional but drab grey ones. There was no CD binder filled to the brim with her playsets; instead, the only music she would have is the drum of footsteps outside these walls. The only personal touch was a small, faded buckeye leaf sticker clinging to the locker door. She quickly wondered if she made the right choice. Jane took a deep breath and prepared to collapse onto the bed ahead of her.

Before she could even take a step towards the bed, a firm, but deliberate knock sounded on the door. *knock* *knock* *knock* Jane straightened instantly, smoothing her rumpled travel clothes, trying to banish the weariness from her face with a soft, but present, slap against her own cheek. She took a deep breath and turned towards the door. "Uhh. Enter?" Jane cursed under her breath at the questioning tone she had decided to take.

The door hissed open. Charon stood framed in the corridor light. She was still the same as she was when she picked Jane up, a compact, powerful build, dark hair streaked with silver pulled back into a ponytail, eyes like obsidian chips taking in the room and Jane’s state with one swift, assessing glance. She wore her usual practical gear, which was nothing more than oilskin trousers, a thick sweater under an open parka. Agent Charon was one of the first agents that Jane had met when she was brought on, and Jane had always been under the impression that Charon hated her.

"Deadeye," Charon stated, her voice calm, low, cutting through the hum. "Welcome back. Settling in?"

Jane managed a nod, trying to project a competence that didn't quite feel right. "Trying to, Charon. Just dumped the bag." She gestured vaguely at the duffel on the floor. "Long trip."

Charon didn't enter, remaining in the doorway, a silent, imposing figure. "Oh I remember, I picked you up. Planned your itinerary. Gets easier. Or you get used to the tired." Her gaze didn't leave Jane's face. "Mind still in Toronto?"

It was a simple question, casually asked. But Jane felt the probe beneath it, Jane knew Charon had a way of doing that. No one else she had met could make small talk feel like an evaluation. Jane was already painfully aware of her greenness. She had only ever helped in that supportive role, and this was truly her first true case. This was the big leagues, and Jane did not want to strike out so quickly.

"Mind's here," Jane replied, forcing certainty into her voice. She met Charon's dark eyes, hoping her exhaustion wasn't too obvious. "Just decompressing from the travel fog. Ready for the brief tomorrow." She deliberately mentioned the briefing, trying to sound eager, professional.

Charon gave a slow, almost imperceptible nod. Her expression remained unreadable. "Oh, the briefing isn’t tomorrow. It’s today. Soon." She paused, her eyes flicking to the buckeye sticker on the locker, then back to Jane. "Different world than the lecture halls, Deadeye."

Jane felt a flush creep up her neck. Her face went red. “Today?”

"Today. You think you’ll be ready to go on such short notice?" Charon asked, her tone neutral, yet somehow implying a world of skepticism. "If you’re too tired, I am sure no one would mind if you took a little nap." She took a half-step back into the corridor. "Or they might. I am just a lowly agent who sucks at interrogations. What would I know?"

Shit. This is exactly what Jane expected for today. Perfect. No sleep, exhausted, and having to meet whatever team they were putting together? Jane blinked as she took a deep breath. It reminded her of cram sessions in school. She excelled in cram sessions. She once stayed up all night to start, and finish, a research project. She had stacks of books rented from the local library and not only did she get an A plus, she managed to return all the books on time and without a fee. Jane’s eyes narrowed slightly as the corners of her mouth curled upwards. “Sleep is for the weak.”

Charon’s gaze lingered for a fraction longer, that assessing look again. It soon was replaced with a smile and a chuckle. "Good."

The door hissed shut, leaving Jane alone again with the buzzing light and the profound silence. Jane grabbed her duffle bag and tossed it on the bed. She opened up the whole bag and pulled out an electric kettle, a couple bottles of water, and a ziploc bag filled to the brim with instant coffee. She quickly filled the kettle, and started it and stood in front waiting impatiently. She needed caffeine, lots of it, and she was thankful that her parents bought her a top of the line kettle. Sure, they expected that Jane would have the selfrespect to at least use it for quality tea, instead of the dangerously bad instant coffee but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Not today at least.

The Symphony: Modern Magic

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Agents of H.E.L.P. - Per Angusta Ad Augusta

Jane

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P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N P R O F I L E I N F O R M A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ NAME: | Jane Anne Smith _______________________________________________________________________ STATUS: | Active _______________________________________________________________________ INDEX DATE: | 06/14/1992 _______________________________________________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH: | 1969/12/25 _______________________________________________________________________ ALIAS(ES): | Deadeye _______________________________________________________________________ RESIDENCE: | Toronto, Canada _______________________________________________________________________ CITIZENSHIP: | American, Australian, Canadian _______________________________________________________________________ CLEARANCE LEVEL: | New Agent Trainee B A C K G R O U N D B A C K G R O U N D ________________________________________________________________________________________ Jane was born and raised in the charming German Village nestled just outside the bustle of Columbus’s downtown. Born to a pair of doctors, one an immigrant from Australia, and the other from Canada, Jane did not want for much growing up. Her childhood years were spent walking the brick roads of her hometown, enjoying the fantastic food scene that began to spring up around her, and experiencing the best education her family could find in this idyllic community. Jane had fantastic grades and excelled in sports like basketball and Football, where her ability to seemingly score from anywhere made her a fan favorite. Things began to unravel when she was thirteen years old. News had broken about Hyperhumans and their incredible powers. While Jane did not initially think this would affect her or anyone she knew, others were not so sure. A rival on her sports team became convinced that she was a Hyperhuman and was dead set on proving it. One day, after practice, the girl and several of her friends pulled Jane into a side room and began to attack her. They demanded she admit that she was a freak who was using her power to benefit. The blows kept landing as Jane professed her innocence, and the blows would continue to fall despite it. At least, until the blows stopped landing. Unbeknownst to Jane, the trauma of the altercation had triggered her gene, and a forcefield had begun to soften the blows, absorb the force of impact, and store that energy for use later. Jane’s emotions began to swell, and with a defiant ‘stop’ she accidentally released the stored energy and threw her assailants away with force. Most of the girls suffered broken bones, many suffered concussions, and Jane was left sitting in a pool of her blood, shocked at the sight of what she had just done. Even though she had never used her powers before, at her school, she was now a freak who everyone assumed had. All her accomplishments, all her accolades, were now gone, and her ability to continue playing the sports she loved was stripped from her. Jane would fall into a depression, a pit she has yet to fully climb out of. Her parents did not treat her any differently, however, as they were medical professionals and understood that there was something medical at play. Above all else, they knew, with the paranoia and hatred at play, that their kid needed to learn how to hide and control these powers. The family uprooted their quiet and peaceful life in Ohio and moved North to her father's home country of Canada, settling down in Toronto. They gave their kid a fresh start away from as much of the crazy as they could. They helped Jane learn more about her power, and how to keep it contained without further outbursts but this meant that for her High School years, Jane was more sheltered, alone, and distant. Jane retreated into her studies, eventually she finished High School before she followed her father's footsteps, returning to America, and enrolled in the Ohio State University and began to pursue a degree in Psychology. R E C R U I T M E N T R E C R U I T M E N T ________________________________________________________________________________________ It was just after she finished her Bachelor’s degree that she was finally discovered by H.E.L.P. She was at a house party back in Toronto and, as one does, was playing cornhole with her friends. A rather rude man had boasted about his playing ability one too many times, and Jane had had enough. She challenged him, outright, and he happily accepted. He was less happy when every throw seemed to veer ever so off course, however. Either it nearly went into the hole or fell just short, or its momentum seemingly carried on for a second or two too long, and the bag slid off the end. Jane dominated the game thanks to her ability, and the sad thing was she didn’t even need to use her ability to do so. She seemed to be able to sink shots from any angle without it. The drunk men did not notice her use of ability, nor did the rest of the crowd, but the H.E.L.P. P agent who had arrived at the party noticed the subtle twist and twitch of her hands on every throw the man made. She was picked up by a squad later that night and taken back to the station for questioning. It was during these sessions that Jane proved the worth of her education as she got to know the agents very well by shaping the conversation and getting to the root of who these agents were, what their problems were, and how they could begin to tackle them. Jane was moved to a new office and held for a week, and it was here the full extent of her abilities were uncovered. Not only did she have the barrier that protected her, but she also held the ability to adjust the trajectory of objects in the air. Jane made a strong first impression with her education, and then continued to impress with her skills demonstration. She was given two options. Either she could become one of the statistics that filled the evening news, or she could put her education and skills to use with H.E.L.P., and further her understanding of her abilities. She quickly chose the option that celebrated her skills and allowed them to flourish. C A R E E R W I T H T H E B U R E A U C A R E E R W I T H T H E B U R E A U ________________________________________________________________________________________ Thus far, Jane has not had the chance to do as much work as she would like. She has instead focused on her training, the development of her skills, and furthering her own education to make herself an attractive candidate for the group. She has added a second degree to her belt, a BA in Criminal Justice. Her goal has always been to use her skillset and her education to be one of the agents who helped profile a target, and to not be a liability if she was brought in to take them down. While dealing with Hyperhumans was different than dealing with serial rapists or murderers, there was still an art to the science of tracking them. Jane has pushed relentlessly to join the group outside of being an outside contractor, and eventually she was given her wish as she is now a New Agent Trainee. She is incredibly fresh, but excited to finally make her mark.

P H O T O I D E N T I F I C A T I O N P H O T O I D E N T I F I C A T I O N _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N _________________________________________________________ RACE: | Caucasian _________________________________________________________________ SEX: | Female _________________________________________________________________ HEIGHT: | 5'4" _________________________________________________________________ WEIGHT: | 121 lbs _________________________________________________________________ HAIR COLOUR: | Black (dyed, natural brunette) _________________________________________________________________ HAIR LENGTH: | Long _________________________________________________________________ EYE COLOUR: | Dark Brown _________________________________________________________________ HANDEDNESS: | Left A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T S, & W E A K N E S S E S _________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || Kinetikinesis __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Psionic __POWER SCALE || 03 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Delta Jane's Hyperhuman gift manifests in both a passive and active way. Passively, Jane has a barrier up around her at all times that causes a steady drain of her stored HZE ions. While she is not focused, the barrier is weak but able to deflect and absorb the impact of many slow-moving objects or weak forces. A thrown object would be guided away from her body as if a moving current of water picked it up, a punch would connect with the barrier but a portion of the force would be absorbed by the barrier, and an object that did pierce the barrier would find it slowed down significantly before it hit Jane herself. When Jane concentrates on this ability, she charges the barrier and can manipulate it. She will be able to stop or deflect faster-moving objects, including some bullets, thus keeping herself protected. She can also extend the barrier to cover herself and others by expending some of her stored HZE Ions. If she expands the barrier outward, she will find that it drains her at a rapid pace. The barrier converts the kinetic energy of these impacts into potential energy that is stored within the barrier itself. Jane can unleash the energy willingly when needed, or it will release itself when it reaches a certain threshold, sending a shockwave outward while also depleting the barrier for five minutes. Jane can also manipulate objects in motion by expending her HZE ions to extend her barrier and enveloping the object within it. She cannot grab a still object; instead, she is limited to something that already has that kinetic motion. Jane will also be unable to stop an object entirely, only adjust its trajectory. Jane has developed a use for this with various throwing weapons that she will bring on a mission. She will throw out a knife and then guide it to a target, whether that target is running, behind cover, or still. This manipulation can also extend to people, and she is a natural counter to speedsters and other Hyperhumans who utilize their physical abilities. For example, if a suspect were to throw a punch at her, she would be able to 'grab' the punch and redirect it to hit a wall next to her, or the face of the suspect's friend, instead. L I M I T A T I O N S & W E A K N E S S E S • Jane has a versatile skill set that requires her to balance her offensive abilities with her defensive abilities. • Jane's barrier has a built-in discharge function if too much is thrown her way. If the barrier exceeds this limit, she will be left without her only defensive layer for a prolonged time. • While the barrier is active, she is limited in how much HZE is available for offensive purposes. While the barrier depleting would, in theory, allow her to have more power behind her offensive abilities it is a gambit that has an unknown payoff thus it would be risky to try and fight without it. • Jane can not use her abilities on objects that are not moving. While she can extend her barrier to protect a still object she can not move it herself. Once an object is in motion she’ll be able to keep it in motion, but an object at rest will forever remain at rest.